It’s funny how quickly we can make friends, how quickly things can change. So used to working alone in my room, feels quite surreal to have a good enough friend to chill comfortably with. Bursts of intense studying (the clicking of keys, afternoon sun gently streaming in, quiet swish of paper turning, the almost-tangible hum of silent companionship) accompanied by heartfelt conversations, proper cooking, random fooseball matches.
The warmest friendships are built from the coldest winter days. Day by day, like individual snowflakes they drift down… settle slowly, slowly to form a magical landscape.